The play takes place in “a small town in a small country in the middle of nowhere” which turns out to be right here and right now. It is a dystopian, post-feminist future that has already arrived, and we are living it day by day in the erosion of justice and bodily autonomy happening around us. This is a truly American capitalist story that Suzan-Lori Parks describes as reflecting “the poverty of the world.” Never has that felt more shockingly contemporary.
I am honored to have spent the past five weeks with this dedicated, fierce group of artists as we have endeavored—with love and community—to brave our way in reverence and some trepidation into the angry ROAR that is this play. And angry it must be as it holds up a mirror to our own world and shows us a prison industrial complex where you must try and fail to buy your freedom and the motto is “Freedom ain't free!” A place where, as the character Butcher says, you can be incarcerated for...
“Prostitution, racketeering, money laundering, cyber fraud, intellectual embezzlement, highway robbery, dialing for dollars, doing a buffalo after midnight, printing her own money, cheating at cheating, jaywalking, selling herself without a license, selling her children without a permit, unlawful reproduction, having more than one spouse, claiming to have multiple parents, claiming to have multiple orgasms, claiming to have injuries she didn't have, claiming to have been places she never was, making love at gunpoint, indecent exposure, hanging upside down in a public place, walking in the rain without a flashlight, walking home from work without a pink slip, taking up more than one seat of the public conveyance, not saluting the authorities, having no known address, skipping school, skipping her monthly, smoking in the girls room, drugging of all stripes and varieties, taking and dispensing narcotics without a permit, smiling in the off season, hunting on private land, lying on private grass, trespassing, eating from the table of authority, fornicating with the Other, overdue shit at the LendingSpot, general physical underdevelopment, looking into the eyes of her arresting authority…”
We hope you will join us in feeling implicated as we share Parks’s “otherworldly tale involving a noble mother, her wayward son” in their “troubled beginning, their difficult end” in 19 scenes with songs.
—Kate Amory